A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/School1/Tiffany, a girl who hates her/Sally makes a plan to get back at Tiffany
Mr. Vice lectured with volume and a tone of authority to discourage the rolling sussurus of whispering from breaking out into open gossip. The class was distracted; a room full of fourth graders who had just seen a partially naked girl would not easily be quieted. As Mr. Vice, with raised voice and scratching chalk, called the attention of the students to the proper way to multiply fractions his eyes would return again and again to Sally. Sally appreciated the concern that he showed with her well-being. He seemed to her at that moment to be the only person in the room who did care about what she felt.
It stung every time that Sally could make out the voice of one of her friends among the whispers. Sally understood why they talked about her. Sticking up for her would make them look weird, and it would not help Sally anyway. They would be her friends again later. They would all probably play with her at recess, and Sally would welcome their company as she always had. After all, they were just quietly giggling, because they did not want to be shamed as well.
Not because it was funny. The thought hurt Sally. It really was funny, wasn't it? A girl who forgot her panties this morning got pantsed for the whole class to see. If it had happened to anyone else, Sally herself would have been giggling and whispering as well, but here she was, the bare butt of the joke.
Tiffany's joke. Sally's eyes narrowed. This was her fault. Not having any panties on had made it worse, but nobody would have even known about that if Tiffany had not sharked her. Tiffany needed to pay for humiliating her, for making her friends laugh at her, for committing a tresspass against all who wear skirts!
"Miss Sorenson," Mr. Vice's commanding voice pulled Sally out of her vengeful reverie. "You may clean the chalkboard now."
Sally all but sprung out of her desk. She remembered that she herself was being punished for something bad that she had done, and the call of justice was particularly strong in Sally's mind. The flutter in her skirt as she hurried to the blackboard made her walf more carefully. She suppressed the urge to hold her skirt down with her hand, hoping to appear natural.
Mr. Vice called out over the scattered giggling that rose behind Sally. "As for the rest of you, I will expect those worksheets to be completed and on my desk when class begins on Monday morning. Class dismissed."
Chairs slid. Bags zipped. Excited young voices blended together in a racket of chattering and laughter. Sally took up the long eraser on the blackboard and wiped away the numbers and other symbols that Mr. Vice had scrawled. As her classmates were delayed by a bottleneck at the door from their escape to the playground, Sally was relieved to hear talk of video games, a neighborhood dog, a new trampoline, and a visiting cousin. She had almost let herself believe that her embarrassment had already been forgotten when she felt the back of her shirt flip up.
With a gasp Sally whirled around and held the pleated fabric of her skirt down to cover what was left of her modesty. She saw the weird kid, Allen, quickly look away and pretend that he hadn't done what she knew he had done.
"Hey!" Tiffany's shout drew the attention of everyone who had not yet escaped the confines of the class. She walked up to Allen and pushed him. "Nobody who isn't a freak wants to see Slutty Sally's gross butt."
Slutty Sally. Sally's heart sank. That's the kind of nickname that sticks.
"Now, why would you two want to spend an hour in detention on a fine day like this?" Mr. Vice's threat drew Tiffany's and Allen's attention away from each other, and Tiffany lowered her head and filed toward the door. Allen offered Mr. Vice and Sally a quick and quiet "sorry" before following Tiffany out the door leaving the room empty save for Sally and Mr. Vice.
"I can finish up here myself, Miss Sorenson," Mr. Vice's now-gentle voice said, as he reached for the eraser in Sally's hand.
Sally relinquised the eraser and flashed Mr. Vice a weak smile. "Thanks."
Mr. Vice took the eraser and turned to clear the parts of the blackboard that Sally had missed. "Chin up, Miss Sorensen. This will all blow over soon enough."
Sally's smile fell, and she stepped back to her desk to retrieve her backpack. She threw it over her shoulder and trudged toward the door.
"Besides," Mr. Vice threw her a playful grin over his shoulder. "I am sure that you have a perfectly lovely butt. I would not mind seeing it some time."
Sally laughed. The aesthetic qualities of her derriere had not been a concern, but the joke had made her feel a bit better. Deciding to keep the joke going, Sally stopped at the door and bent forward. Being naked in front of people she trusted and who she knew would never make fun of her had never bothered Sally, and she felt a good deal of trust in Mr. Vice at the moment. "So what do you think?" She reached back and lifted the hem of her skirt to give him a quick peek at her behind. "Is it lovely?" Sally teased.
Mr. Vice's jaw dropped, and his lips worked for a moment before he could get out the word, "lovely."
"It says thanks," Sally said as she stood up straight and turned to face Mr. Vice. "And thanks for for being nice. Bye, Mr. Vice." She waved to him and slipped out of the classroom and into the hall, joining the throng of students headed for the playground.
Sally's good mood soured the second she left the hall and found Tiffany already on one of the swings looking as happy as she herself had been feeling. Tiffany had payback coming, and Sally knew just how she was going to make that happen.
Swipe Tiffany's backpack while she is swinging and pee on it.